Un Tethered

In the beginning, there was a sense of separation. A separation from the only space known for the last decade. Floating wildly out of control with nothing to land on.

A divorce.

The core exploded into an unfathomable dusting of minutiae. Time began to pass. The minutiae encountered many other minutiae from times that had passed.

Because here, like attracts like. and thus, creation came.

Something new was born. Something never before. With the familiarity born from like attracting like the known became.

And the became was.

the minutiae was better.



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